Why do you change your decisive mind, Wisconsin?
Snow...sunshine...snow...
Why don’t you control your rage, Wisconsin?
Why do you huff and puff, Wisconsin?
Wind...gusts of wind…
Why won’t you manage your feelings, Wisconsin?
Rain...hail...rain…
Why do you feel the urge to cast confusion, Wisconsin?
Why does your foundation give in to a fight, Wisconsin?
Construction...endless roadwork…
Why do you hug those who don’t appreciate you, Wisconsin?
Warmth...sunbursts...warmth…
Why do others despise your unpredictable ways, Wisconsin?
At least I have gotten used to your act, Wisconsin.
Home...home sweet home...